Due to his recent heartbreak or probably not thinking straight for too long now, Drake didn't have objections when his father made him marry a total stranger. There was nothing to lose. He already lost it all. He could share his last name with anyon...
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How do we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine? Nothing can keep us apart 'Cause you are the one I was meant to find It's up to you And it's up to me No one can say what we get to be And why don't we rewrite the stars? Changing the world to be ours
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Imogen felt herself sinking into depression while waiting for her name to be called in so that her father could put her on the market for sale. She's currently waiting in a VIP room while wearing a skimpy silver gown that hides almost none of her tasteful body curves. The evening attire was designed to leave nothing to any of the viewer's filthy imagination and this was how her father was displaying her for the auction. The slit in between her cleavage went until her navel, while there was a suggestive cut from her right hip until it reached her mid-thigh and told people that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She was glammed by a team that Cerebus hired to Beatrice's bemusement since this would mean shelling more funds for her.
The Tribe is an organization that comprises Capo Famiglia or the Gang boss and the people under them. It's an institution that was created in 1700 and has been the most powerful and influential since that time.
Today, the Tribe annually holds a gathering for sellers and potential patronage where anyone could participate and sell anything, or anyone, up on the stage. A clan can sell any living or moving item with papers and the end user can utilize them, but never for killing purposes. This occasion isn't open for public viewing and is by invitation only. The end profit would be donated to each of the charities that they were currently supporting.
Imogen was seated on a chair where she was surrounded by a wall-to-wall mirror. She eyed herself as she kept on wiping her tears using the back of her hands. She was also cold. Her entire body was trembling. She could imagine why. It was Beatrice's idea that she don't wear any undergarments. It felt like she was naked and she hadn't been exposed in her birth suit the entire twenty-one years of her existence in front of anyone. She's a fucking, certified, without a doubt, virgin. Her social life as a teenager wasn't as colorful as the normal kids who have parents who take good care of them. She has none of those minimal privileges. This was why being used like merchandise this evening was frightening her.
